Big boy shit Lyrics

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

Still on my big boy shit, yeah

Better equipment, voice comin' through clear

Out here got me soundin' like the old school Rice

I'm tellin' you, things been right since I tuned my life

A horn of plenty on my plate since my thoughts been clear

Plenty of plans on my plate to execute this year

That punk-ass virus is done knockin' niggas out the box

It's still around, but less and less gettin' laid in the ground from it

I guess herd immunity done kicked in

Or that vaccine that kicked the new man's best friend

And since it's safe to go outside again, fuck it, truck it

Get your motherfuckin' money up and win

I done got back to wrenchin' on them old cars again

Big-ass engines with LSD makin' them tires spin

Yeah, yeah, get back to bein' grown up

Let's get some chicken in this thang

Get back to big and blow up

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

One thing I did right in life, I got solid friends

People that'll ride with a muthafucka to the end

For real, that part of my life is gravy

I keep shit off my shingle, I don't fuck with shady

Keep the circle nice and tight, damn near a fuckin' dot

Stop rollin' with the topside, man, them niggas hot

For real, grown up, but I had to grow up more

Man, that wasn't cool, I put down my life to clean up yours

But not anymore

I feel Mitchy Slick, it's time for bloods to elevate

Fuck apartment livin', it's time to go get a gate

I was chillin' with Sly Russ Jr

He like Rice, Blackhawk livin', it's comin' here sooner

Then you think I'm finna buy a house in Danville, Pronto

Fix my credit up and hilly-holly hop in a condo

And I'm knowin' he could do it, genius brain under the wig

Get on that Robert Kiyosaki shit, it's time to think big

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

I'm still on my big boy shit. I'm still on that big boy shit

He who control the worker bee the ones gettin' money

My old motto was fuck bitches, get money

My new motto, nigga, fuck bitches, get money

Be grindin' hard all year, snow, rain, sunny

I ain't makin' no more club shit, just grindin' anthems

Let's get up off the risky shit, fuck takin' stupid chances

So pull them Big Boy pants up and clean it up

That's what's up, yo bitch is here, I'm finna go bust me a nut